Stark hadn't spent very long at the carnival yesterday. Long enough to realize that staying there was a terrible idea and that he shouldn't have gone in the first place.

When he went into JGoB today and found cotton candy topped cupcakes he opted for a box of assorted cookies instead.

The alien was in, seated at the desk with his cookies, watching something about sharks on the television, and hoping there wouldn't be any carnival-induced trauma to deal with today but he was doubtful the island would be so lucky.